Onlyfornow
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All of the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.
Lloyd was very pleased with himself. It was not like him to pull off such a fantastic prank like this, and the mere fact that he, Lloyd Mosh, had devised such a cunning and intriguing plan, was wild. With a sigh, he tossed the baby doll behind the couch with the intention of it never being picked up again. He lounged back onto his friend Marcus's couch and kicked off his shoes. In only mere moments, Marcus and Brian would climb through that window on the opposite side of the room, and then they'd have truly won. But for Lloyd, it was time to rest. He began to doze off. Over and over again, the plan went through his head with a sense of arrogant pride. It was this pride that Lloyd loved, yet at the same time despised about himself.
Lloyd Mosh had been invited to spend that night at Marcus Smith's house. Marcus lived on the next street over, and the time it took for Lloyd to pop on over and the initial time of invitation was about three minutes or so. It was very convienent for Lloyd to have such a close friend (both literally and metaphorically). Brian McCarthy, another friend of the two, also decided to tag along and stay overnight. Marcus's house was typically where most of the group hangouts were; the group consisted of many, many people, probably ranging somewhere in the 50s if you counted every Dick, Tom, and Harry that their "close" circle of friends had to offer.
But there was one tiny misconvience about going to Marcus Smith's home, and it was this misconvience that led to a full-blown trip of anguish for Lloyd Mosh that night. It was a misconvience that was considered harmless by almost everybody, including Lloyd himself. If Lloyd had known what a terrible danger it had been to persist, he wouldn't have done so, but alas his arrogant pride fucked him up in some way once again, and it was the events that occurred this night that changed Lloyd's attitude.
The misconvience went by the name of Beth Smith. Beth was the younger sister of Marcus, and she lived with him in the house that he payed for completely free of charge. Marcus's parents were the ones to demand that he let her live here, considering that it was close to the school that she went to, which was the University of West Tampa (or UWT); she was a freshman there and she drove herself to work everyday (while taking a bit of Marcus's hard-Walmart-earned money out of his wallet for gas from time to time). Marcus had objected to his parents immediately after their "humble request" to him, but once they threatened to stop paying for his car insurance (which was something that Marcus just couldn't afford on his own), he gave in.
And still, he despised his sister oh so very much. She was a major pain in the ass, as she always was in need of something that Marcus just simply did not have at the time. It could be something minimal, such as potato chips or a TV guide ("Who the hell still uses those?" was Marcus's reply to that request). But there were other times that it was over something that was just too high over the Marcus Smith budget, such as an plasma-screen television or an internet connection other than dial-up. Whenever Beth did not get her way, she would have a fit and it would even sometimes lead to physical violence (which Marcus very seldomly returned to her).
The way Beth treated Marcus's friends were varied. Typically, she was neutral at first, but she would treat her brother like shit in front of them, and then the friend would intervene. Once this happened, the safety bond between this friend and Beth was severed for life. By Beth's standards, Marcus did not have a single "nice" friend, and to her Lloyd Mosh was the cruellest of them all. His relationship with Beth had been severed at a time unknown. They hadn't hated one another from the start; she had actually thought he was one of Marcus's nicest friends when they had first met, and Lloyd remembered having laughed at the way Beth would treat Marcus.
But as time marched on, the relationship between Lloyd and Beth began to decline. Eventually the pranks began, and it was these acts that contributed majorly to Beth's hatred towards the man. Marcus would request Lloyd's assistant in a light-hearted practical joke aimed at Beth, and Lloyd would most happily oblige. He was a great lover of pranks, and he always thought that it was nice to have somebody around that you hated so that you can execute such ideas. Lloyd had no idea as to how much he would pay eventually.
The prank committed on September 15th, 2000 was one that would haunt Lloyd for the rest of his life. It was such a cunning plan though, Lloyd still admitted year later, but it certainly was not worth the torment that would follow.
Lloyd's plan was slightly complex and a load of fun: Marcus and Brian would enter Beth's room and take something of sentimental value (in this case, it was a doll which Beth had owned since she was two years old named 'Cynthia'). They would then make it known to Beth that they had it, and when she would follow them to go take it, they would climb onto the roof of Marcus's house and hurl it over the edge. On the other side of the house, standing on the ground would be Lloyd, who would then pick Cynthia up and climb in through Marcus's bedroom window (Marcus had taken a precaution by locking his bedroom door from the inside). Once in, he would close and lock the window. Marcus knew that Beth would give chase to Brian and himself, so he decided that they would outrun her first, then climb through the window to join Lloyd (Marcus knew a way to unlock his window from the outside).
The plan was created by Lloyd the day before, and he hadn't any idea that he would get to execute it the next night. Marcus had told him the day after he came up with it that Beth was going to have a girlfriend of hers sleepover as well: Emily Davis. Emily was a slender girl, fairly tall with brown hair and a bitchy attitude. She was sort of like Beth, but in a nonchalant and much less obvious way. She only really let her anger show if she was being directly antagonized. She did not like Marcus or his friends (something which was probably drilled into her by Beth). To Lloyd, having a friend of Beth's present during this plan would be double the fun, and he marveled at the fact that he had such luck.
Then the moment finally came, and the plan was delivered almost as flawlessly as Lloyd had invisioned it. Marcus, Brian, and Lloyd all exited Marcus's bedroom at the same time; Lloyd went left towards the front door and the other two went right towards Beth's room, where she and Emily sat talking about whatever nonsense those two did. As Lloyd exited the house, he could hear the objective "Hey!" come from there, followed by the sound of shoes running on tile as Marcus and Brian darted into the backyard. This sound was followed by the slapping of bare feet across the tile, which meant that Beth and Emily were indeed chasing. Lloyd let the door close behind him with a bang and he trotted away from the house until he was in the street. It was not long before he saw Brian's head pop over the other side of the roof, and then with uncanny precision he flung Cynthia over the house. Lloyd darted forward and nearly dropped Cynthia as she landed into his hands with a smack.
Lloyd was about to run towards the window and leap into Marcus's room when he looked down at the doll and realized exactly how ugly it was. What a disgusting doll! The clothes were torn, the scalp had chew marks all over it, the skin was all bumpy, and on top of all of this, her right hand was missing. Truly a disgusting sight, thought Lloyd. He then remembered that he was wasting time, and at breakneck speed he catapulted himself through Marcus's window. He landed safely onto the couch that Marcus had slept on for the past year of his life and nearly went flying into the nearby television. He then kneeled onto the couch and closed the window.
Lloyd was very pleased with himself. It was not like him to pull off such a fantastic prank like this, and the mere fact that he, Lloyd Mosh, had devised such a cunning and intriguing plan, was wild. With a sigh, he tossed the baby doll behind the couch with the intention of it never being picked up again. He lounged back onto his friend Marcus's couch and kicked off his shoes. In only mere moments, Marcus and Brian would climb through that window on the opposite side of the room, and then they'd have truly won. But for Lloyd, it was time to rest. He began to doze off.
There were two things wrong with Lloyd's plan; two things that Lloyd would not realize until much later when everything is far too late. The first problem was when he stopped to take the doll's ugliness into consideration. If he had only ran for the window a bit sooner, Beth would not have made it to the front fence in time to see Lloyd holding her prized possession. She also saw him jump through the window, revealing his location to her. The second and most crucial fuckup was that Lloyd had not locked the window like he had been instructed to. This is what led to Beth Smith's ultimate retaliation to Lloyd Mosh.
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Lloyd slept comfortably. It would be the last sense of comfort that he would feel that night, until he woke up a few hours later to discover his terrible predicament. As he slept, he dreamed that he was floating in mid-air, and all around him there was a thick layer of...goo? It was hard to distinguish exactly what was on him, but slowly he would feel the strange covering be lifted from certain areas of his body. It started on his feet, and then it slowly seemed to work its way up his body. He knew when the strange substance disappeared, he was colder and a bit unprotected. But here, in this strange place, no one could get him. Lloyd silently chuckled as he relaxed and let the odd layers disappear from his abdomen and upper torso. Pretty soon, it felt as if he was completely exposed, all except for the area around his crotch (which remained compact and layered). Quite a strange dream, he thought.He did not once think of reality.
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Beth had it all planned out. Both Marcus and Brian had ran down the street cackling, and chances were that they wouldn't be back for quite some time. Typically when they pissed her off, they went to go catch a movie or smoked pot behind the mall; the latter of the two was a pasttime that her brother and Brian had been commited to for years.
She had seen Lloyd jump through the window, and her very first intention was to crash through the door (whether it was locked or not) and started screaming at Lloyd until he gave back Cynthia. However, she was much mor creative than that, she reflected. Lloyd would give back Cynthia and pay dearly for all of the hell he had put her through.
Phase one of Beth's three phase plan was solely preparation. After Lloyd's death-defying leap of faith into Marcus's room, Beth went to Emily and told her of what she saw and how they would deal with him. Emily's orders was to get the formal, long fingernails that Beth kept in her room, as well as the superglue that resided nearby it. She was to put the nails on both over her fingernails and her toenails, and then she was to give them to Beth to do the same. Emily obtained the nails within mere moments, but found that there were only 30. Beth decided that she herself would only put them on her fingers, and let Emily do her own fingers and toes.
An hour later, after the nails had dried nicely, phase two of the plan began. Silently, Beth and Emily snuck around the side of the house and cautiously opened up the window that empited into Marcus's room. They climbed through and made sure that they didn't land on the sleeping giant; the couch was situated right under the windowsill, and the two girls had a bit of a challenge making it so they wouldn't land ontop of him. Of course, if they did, they could merge phase two with phase three, but that wasn't in Beth's best interest.
After they were safe and on the ground, the girls started silently towards Lloyd. He slept peacefully, completely unaware of the doom that would plague his world in no more than two hours time. Emily sat at the foot of the couch and removed Lloyd's shoes; although nobody knew it, she had a secret foot fetish, and she had to resist from touching herself after she removed the white socks that he wore. His feet were quite small considering his height, but the soles were as pink as could be, and she could tell that they would serve her well tonight.
Beth, wielding a pair of scissors, started very carefully cutting Lloyd's shorts from the legs up. Once she had removed the shorts completely, she let out a gasp, and then a giggle. Emily looked up and did the same. Lloyd's boxers had been the kind that did not have a sealed crotch, and his fairly small penis peaked out of the hole at them. Beth didn't see any reason not to let it hang out, so she resumed. Emily, however, stared at it a bit longer, shortly returning to admire Lloyd's feet some more while Beth removed his shirt and threw it into the corner.
Once Lloyd was naked (except for the boxers which failed to conceal Little Lloyd), the girls took out pantyhose. Beth worked on getting his wrists tied together while Emily worked on doing the same to his ankles. The tying of Lloyd was merely a precaution; the girls planned to sit on his appendages while they administered phase three, so it really wasn't essential to have the pantyhose.
Once he was secured, the girls stepped back and admired their work. Lloyd was immobile, naked, and helpless on the couch. The last section of phase two was at hand when Beth took the heated baby oil out of her pocket. Together, her and Emily lightly rubbed it all over his body. Beth rubbed it deep into his stomach and his ribs. She soaked his nipples in them and they became slightly erect at her touch. She worked the oil up and down his sides and into his armpits, and onto his shoulders and neck. Emily spent time rubbing it into his thighs and knees, but she really most of her time saturating his feet in it. On occasion, his toes would reflexively twitch if her fingers hit a nerve, and she wanted to start so badly that she had to stop rubbing it in for a minute to catch herself.
They used the entire bottle up, and finished by drying him with Beth's blow dryer. Lloyd had never looked more pink.
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"Wakey wakey," Beth cooed into Lloyd's ear. He started to stir out of his slumber, but then fell back into it again. Beth nodded to Emily, who gave the sole of his right foot a very ticklish pinch. Lloyd jolted awake.
It took a total of eight seconds for Lloyd to realize what was going to happen to him. In the first two seconds, he realized that he was immobile. In the three seconds after that, he realized that his body had been covered in some sort of sensitizier. In the final three, he realized that both girls were brandishing their fingernails and wiggling their toes.
"I'm going to give you one chance to save yourself," Beth stated promptly. "Where is Cynthia?"
"Pff, you two really think that you can get me to tell you?" he said. The only thing was that he knew that they would be able to. It was clear that the girl planned on tickle torturing him, and Lloyd was one of the most ticklish people that he knew. Emily raised her eyebrow and giggled. "You're going to tell us," she said. And with that, they were upon him.
Beth decided to start his torment by digging right into his soft, pink tummy. Immediately, Lloyd closed his eyes tight and bit his lower lip. He was not going to give these two girls the satisfaction of making him laugh. Although Beth did not know it, Lloyd's tummy was one of his most ticklish spots. She caressed his tender skin with her long fingernails, changing the speed every now and again while moving around to different spots in his belly region. She found that the most ticklish area of his stomach was right above the bellybutton, and she would later share this with Emily after the torture was long over.
Emily, on the other hand, began to tickle the bottoms of Lloyd's feet. She stretched all ten fingers out so that they started at the tips of his toes, and she dragged down. First, slowly, but as she continued to tickle, she did so at a constant pace, and like Beth, she would change things up a bit every now and again. She shifted back and forth between his soles and the tops of his feet. Surprisingly, the tops seemed more ticklish than the bottoms.
Lloyd's eyelids tightened shut, and the bite he was marking upon his lip was starting to break skin. All of this was only a mere sixty seconds into the tickling.
After a good three minutes or so, Lloyd had not cracked. The two girls stopped and looked at one another, grinning. "Let's pick things up a bit," said Beth.
Lloyd happened to notice at this point that his penis was protruding out of his boxers, and he went a light shade of red once he realized that it was becoming hard. Surely he wasn't enjoying this? No, of course not. This was hell to him....wasn't it? Lloyd contemplated his thoughts while Beth walked over to him and grabbed his penis. He yet out a yelp, not of pain, but of shock. She gently placed it so that it was pointing at his head, and she sat down firmly onto the shaft. The sensation was exhilirating to Lloyd, although Beth did not want any enjoyment in this session. Emily, likewise, walked over to his legs and sat down on his shins. They both looked at him evilly.
"Ready to tell us?" Beth said. Her eyes were fixed onto his chest; likewise, her fingers hovered and wiggled menacingly in the air above his nipples. Lloyd's eyes widened. He could not utter a sound. After what felt like years to Lloyd, they simuntaneously continued.
Of the two girls, Lloyd couldn't figure out who tickled more. His view of Emily had been cut off by Beth, so it made it much more surprising when she would tickle him. While Emily did pay just as much attention to Lloyd's ticklish feet, she also tickled the shins that she sat on, dragging her long fingernails up to as far as his thigh. Beth, on the other hand, was lightly tickling Lloyd's nipples and ribs. The sensation was exhiliratingly sensual, and at the same time highly torturous. Lloyd wailed. All the while, his penis continued to grow.
Emily herself was getting quite horny. She couldn't get over how cute it was when Lloyd would wiggle his toes at her touch, and how he would scream extra hard when she reached his thighs. However, it was the feeling of her nails flicking over his bare soles that really made the experience great for her. And still...she felt as if she was not quite doing enough. Sure, he was going crazy, but she felt like Beth had a much more effective vantage point. Oh well,, she thought. I guess I'll have to step things up a notch. And that was when she started to use her toes.
At first, it did not seem like Lloyd noticed. Very subtly, Emily shifted her body so that she was directly parallel on top of Lloyd. Keeping her knees bent to avoid the risk of kicking Beth, she gently lowered her newly manicured toenails onto the soft, pink flesh of Lloyd's belly, and with a sense of such wickedness, she began to wiggle them. The time inbetween when she started and when Lloyd reacted was a mere seven three seconds, and while it seemed like an eternity for Emily, it was well worth the wait. Lloyd's entire body spasmed as this new, unexpected torture, and he squirmed so hard that the couch itself began to move a little. Beth stopped tickling his now erect and highly sensitized nipples so she could see what her friend was doing to him.
The two girls laughed as Lloyd thrashed about. His laugh was starting to go hoarse and he buckled up and down. All the while, his penis was caught underneath Beth, and the thrusting made for such a pleasureable sensation. Beth could feel him getting harder, and she knew that she couldn't let him enjoy this. It was at this time that she thought up a new method of tickling him. Without actually getting up, she turned her body 180 degrees, so tht she was looking at Emily. Emily still had her feet curved around Beth and was wiggling her long toenails all over Lloyd's tummy area. Slowly, Beth backed herself up so that she was making her way towards Lloyd's chest. Once she got there, she sat firmly and rested her bare feet onto Lloyd's cock. It throbbed at the touch of her soles, and a meek moan slipped from Lloyd's lips.
The torture that Lloyd Mosh went through during the final moments of his punishment are uncertain, but the only thing that Lloyd would be able to recall was Beth's next actions. Slowly and cruelly, she began to wiggle her toes on his penis, and in addition to this she reached up and started tickling his penis head with her long, sexy nails. It was, at first, one of the most pleasureable things that Lloyd had ever felt, and an orgasm seemed inevitable. However, only a mere second before his jilted climax, she stopped and placed the arch of her foot down onto his penis. She was denying him his orgasm! Instead of simply letting him stew in his own horniness, she wiggled her toes quicker and began to tickle and carress the exposed area of his shaft. It was unbearable. All the while, Emily gave Lloyd strokes down the bottoms of his bare feet with all ten of her nails. Her toes wiggled into his taint.
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It took a total of two hours to break Lloyd, but finally he gave up. He never obtained the sweet orgasm that he wanted so much, and Beth and Emily didn't stop tickling Lloyd even after they got Cynthia back. Instead, they brought Lloyd into Beth's room and gave him the most profound tickling of his entire life.
Fin Complet
Lloyd was very pleased with himself. It was not like him to pull off such a fantastic prank like this, and the mere fact that he, Lloyd Mosh, had devised such a cunning and intriguing plan, was wild. With a sigh, he tossed the baby doll behind the couch with the intention of it never being picked up again. He lounged back onto his friend Marcus's couch and kicked off his shoes. In only mere moments, Marcus and Brian would climb through that window on the opposite side of the room, and then they'd have truly won. But for Lloyd, it was time to rest. He began to doze off. Over and over again, the plan went through his head with a sense of arrogant pride. It was this pride that Lloyd loved, yet at the same time despised about himself.
Lloyd Mosh had been invited to spend that night at Marcus Smith's house. Marcus lived on the next street over, and the time it took for Lloyd to pop on over and the initial time of invitation was about three minutes or so. It was very convienent for Lloyd to have such a close friend (both literally and metaphorically). Brian McCarthy, another friend of the two, also decided to tag along and stay overnight. Marcus's house was typically where most of the group hangouts were; the group consisted of many, many people, probably ranging somewhere in the 50s if you counted every Dick, Tom, and Harry that their "close" circle of friends had to offer.
But there was one tiny misconvience about going to Marcus Smith's home, and it was this misconvience that led to a full-blown trip of anguish for Lloyd Mosh that night. It was a misconvience that was considered harmless by almost everybody, including Lloyd himself. If Lloyd had known what a terrible danger it had been to persist, he wouldn't have done so, but alas his arrogant pride fucked him up in some way once again, and it was the events that occurred this night that changed Lloyd's attitude.
The misconvience went by the name of Beth Smith. Beth was the younger sister of Marcus, and she lived with him in the house that he payed for completely free of charge. Marcus's parents were the ones to demand that he let her live here, considering that it was close to the school that she went to, which was the University of West Tampa (or UWT); she was a freshman there and she drove herself to work everyday (while taking a bit of Marcus's hard-Walmart-earned money out of his wallet for gas from time to time). Marcus had objected to his parents immediately after their "humble request" to him, but once they threatened to stop paying for his car insurance (which was something that Marcus just couldn't afford on his own), he gave in.
And still, he despised his sister oh so very much. She was a major pain in the ass, as she always was in need of something that Marcus just simply did not have at the time. It could be something minimal, such as potato chips or a TV guide ("Who the hell still uses those?" was Marcus's reply to that request). But there were other times that it was over something that was just too high over the Marcus Smith budget, such as an plasma-screen television or an internet connection other than dial-up. Whenever Beth did not get her way, she would have a fit and it would even sometimes lead to physical violence (which Marcus very seldomly returned to her).
The way Beth treated Marcus's friends were varied. Typically, she was neutral at first, but she would treat her brother like shit in front of them, and then the friend would intervene. Once this happened, the safety bond between this friend and Beth was severed for life. By Beth's standards, Marcus did not have a single "nice" friend, and to her Lloyd Mosh was the cruellest of them all. His relationship with Beth had been severed at a time unknown. They hadn't hated one another from the start; she had actually thought he was one of Marcus's nicest friends when they had first met, and Lloyd remembered having laughed at the way Beth would treat Marcus.
But as time marched on, the relationship between Lloyd and Beth began to decline. Eventually the pranks began, and it was these acts that contributed majorly to Beth's hatred towards the man. Marcus would request Lloyd's assistant in a light-hearted practical joke aimed at Beth, and Lloyd would most happily oblige. He was a great lover of pranks, and he always thought that it was nice to have somebody around that you hated so that you can execute such ideas. Lloyd had no idea as to how much he would pay eventually.
The prank committed on September 15th, 2000 was one that would haunt Lloyd for the rest of his life. It was such a cunning plan though, Lloyd still admitted year later, but it certainly was not worth the torment that would follow.
Lloyd's plan was slightly complex and a load of fun: Marcus and Brian would enter Beth's room and take something of sentimental value (in this case, it was a doll which Beth had owned since she was two years old named 'Cynthia'). They would then make it known to Beth that they had it, and when she would follow them to go take it, they would climb onto the roof of Marcus's house and hurl it over the edge. On the other side of the house, standing on the ground would be Lloyd, who would then pick Cynthia up and climb in through Marcus's bedroom window (Marcus had taken a precaution by locking his bedroom door from the inside). Once in, he would close and lock the window. Marcus knew that Beth would give chase to Brian and himself, so he decided that they would outrun her first, then climb through the window to join Lloyd (Marcus knew a way to unlock his window from the outside).
The plan was created by Lloyd the day before, and he hadn't any idea that he would get to execute it the next night. Marcus had told him the day after he came up with it that Beth was going to have a girlfriend of hers sleepover as well: Emily Davis. Emily was a slender girl, fairly tall with brown hair and a bitchy attitude. She was sort of like Beth, but in a nonchalant and much less obvious way. She only really let her anger show if she was being directly antagonized. She did not like Marcus or his friends (something which was probably drilled into her by Beth). To Lloyd, having a friend of Beth's present during this plan would be double the fun, and he marveled at the fact that he had such luck.
Then the moment finally came, and the plan was delivered almost as flawlessly as Lloyd had invisioned it. Marcus, Brian, and Lloyd all exited Marcus's bedroom at the same time; Lloyd went left towards the front door and the other two went right towards Beth's room, where she and Emily sat talking about whatever nonsense those two did. As Lloyd exited the house, he could hear the objective "Hey!" come from there, followed by the sound of shoes running on tile as Marcus and Brian darted into the backyard. This sound was followed by the slapping of bare feet across the tile, which meant that Beth and Emily were indeed chasing. Lloyd let the door close behind him with a bang and he trotted away from the house until he was in the street. It was not long before he saw Brian's head pop over the other side of the roof, and then with uncanny precision he flung Cynthia over the house. Lloyd darted forward and nearly dropped Cynthia as she landed into his hands with a smack.
Lloyd was about to run towards the window and leap into Marcus's room when he looked down at the doll and realized exactly how ugly it was. What a disgusting doll! The clothes were torn, the scalp had chew marks all over it, the skin was all bumpy, and on top of all of this, her right hand was missing. Truly a disgusting sight, thought Lloyd. He then remembered that he was wasting time, and at breakneck speed he catapulted himself through Marcus's window. He landed safely onto the couch that Marcus had slept on for the past year of his life and nearly went flying into the nearby television. He then kneeled onto the couch and closed the window.
Lloyd was very pleased with himself. It was not like him to pull off such a fantastic prank like this, and the mere fact that he, Lloyd Mosh, had devised such a cunning and intriguing plan, was wild. With a sigh, he tossed the baby doll behind the couch with the intention of it never being picked up again. He lounged back onto his friend Marcus's couch and kicked off his shoes. In only mere moments, Marcus and Brian would climb through that window on the opposite side of the room, and then they'd have truly won. But for Lloyd, it was time to rest. He began to doze off.
There were two things wrong with Lloyd's plan; two things that Lloyd would not realize until much later when everything is far too late. The first problem was when he stopped to take the doll's ugliness into consideration. If he had only ran for the window a bit sooner, Beth would not have made it to the front fence in time to see Lloyd holding her prized possession. She also saw him jump through the window, revealing his location to her. The second and most crucial fuckup was that Lloyd had not locked the window like he had been instructed to. This is what led to Beth Smith's ultimate retaliation to Lloyd Mosh.
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Lloyd slept comfortably. It would be the last sense of comfort that he would feel that night, until he woke up a few hours later to discover his terrible predicament. As he slept, he dreamed that he was floating in mid-air, and all around him there was a thick layer of...goo? It was hard to distinguish exactly what was on him, but slowly he would feel the strange covering be lifted from certain areas of his body. It started on his feet, and then it slowly seemed to work its way up his body. He knew when the strange substance disappeared, he was colder and a bit unprotected. But here, in this strange place, no one could get him. Lloyd silently chuckled as he relaxed and let the odd layers disappear from his abdomen and upper torso. Pretty soon, it felt as if he was completely exposed, all except for the area around his crotch (which remained compact and layered). Quite a strange dream, he thought.He did not once think of reality.
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Beth had it all planned out. Both Marcus and Brian had ran down the street cackling, and chances were that they wouldn't be back for quite some time. Typically when they pissed her off, they went to go catch a movie or smoked pot behind the mall; the latter of the two was a pasttime that her brother and Brian had been commited to for years.
She had seen Lloyd jump through the window, and her very first intention was to crash through the door (whether it was locked or not) and started screaming at Lloyd until he gave back Cynthia. However, she was much mor creative than that, she reflected. Lloyd would give back Cynthia and pay dearly for all of the hell he had put her through.
Phase one of Beth's three phase plan was solely preparation. After Lloyd's death-defying leap of faith into Marcus's room, Beth went to Emily and told her of what she saw and how they would deal with him. Emily's orders was to get the formal, long fingernails that Beth kept in her room, as well as the superglue that resided nearby it. She was to put the nails on both over her fingernails and her toenails, and then she was to give them to Beth to do the same. Emily obtained the nails within mere moments, but found that there were only 30. Beth decided that she herself would only put them on her fingers, and let Emily do her own fingers and toes.
An hour later, after the nails had dried nicely, phase two of the plan began. Silently, Beth and Emily snuck around the side of the house and cautiously opened up the window that empited into Marcus's room. They climbed through and made sure that they didn't land on the sleeping giant; the couch was situated right under the windowsill, and the two girls had a bit of a challenge making it so they wouldn't land ontop of him. Of course, if they did, they could merge phase two with phase three, but that wasn't in Beth's best interest.
After they were safe and on the ground, the girls started silently towards Lloyd. He slept peacefully, completely unaware of the doom that would plague his world in no more than two hours time. Emily sat at the foot of the couch and removed Lloyd's shoes; although nobody knew it, she had a secret foot fetish, and she had to resist from touching herself after she removed the white socks that he wore. His feet were quite small considering his height, but the soles were as pink as could be, and she could tell that they would serve her well tonight.
Beth, wielding a pair of scissors, started very carefully cutting Lloyd's shorts from the legs up. Once she had removed the shorts completely, she let out a gasp, and then a giggle. Emily looked up and did the same. Lloyd's boxers had been the kind that did not have a sealed crotch, and his fairly small penis peaked out of the hole at them. Beth didn't see any reason not to let it hang out, so she resumed. Emily, however, stared at it a bit longer, shortly returning to admire Lloyd's feet some more while Beth removed his shirt and threw it into the corner.
Once Lloyd was naked (except for the boxers which failed to conceal Little Lloyd), the girls took out pantyhose. Beth worked on getting his wrists tied together while Emily worked on doing the same to his ankles. The tying of Lloyd was merely a precaution; the girls planned to sit on his appendages while they administered phase three, so it really wasn't essential to have the pantyhose.
Once he was secured, the girls stepped back and admired their work. Lloyd was immobile, naked, and helpless on the couch. The last section of phase two was at hand when Beth took the heated baby oil out of her pocket. Together, her and Emily lightly rubbed it all over his body. Beth rubbed it deep into his stomach and his ribs. She soaked his nipples in them and they became slightly erect at her touch. She worked the oil up and down his sides and into his armpits, and onto his shoulders and neck. Emily spent time rubbing it into his thighs and knees, but she really most of her time saturating his feet in it. On occasion, his toes would reflexively twitch if her fingers hit a nerve, and she wanted to start so badly that she had to stop rubbing it in for a minute to catch herself.
They used the entire bottle up, and finished by drying him with Beth's blow dryer. Lloyd had never looked more pink.
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"Wakey wakey," Beth cooed into Lloyd's ear. He started to stir out of his slumber, but then fell back into it again. Beth nodded to Emily, who gave the sole of his right foot a very ticklish pinch. Lloyd jolted awake.
It took a total of eight seconds for Lloyd to realize what was going to happen to him. In the first two seconds, he realized that he was immobile. In the three seconds after that, he realized that his body had been covered in some sort of sensitizier. In the final three, he realized that both girls were brandishing their fingernails and wiggling their toes.
"I'm going to give you one chance to save yourself," Beth stated promptly. "Where is Cynthia?"
"Pff, you two really think that you can get me to tell you?" he said. The only thing was that he knew that they would be able to. It was clear that the girl planned on tickle torturing him, and Lloyd was one of the most ticklish people that he knew. Emily raised her eyebrow and giggled. "You're going to tell us," she said. And with that, they were upon him.
Beth decided to start his torment by digging right into his soft, pink tummy. Immediately, Lloyd closed his eyes tight and bit his lower lip. He was not going to give these two girls the satisfaction of making him laugh. Although Beth did not know it, Lloyd's tummy was one of his most ticklish spots. She caressed his tender skin with her long fingernails, changing the speed every now and again while moving around to different spots in his belly region. She found that the most ticklish area of his stomach was right above the bellybutton, and she would later share this with Emily after the torture was long over.
Emily, on the other hand, began to tickle the bottoms of Lloyd's feet. She stretched all ten fingers out so that they started at the tips of his toes, and she dragged down. First, slowly, but as she continued to tickle, she did so at a constant pace, and like Beth, she would change things up a bit every now and again. She shifted back and forth between his soles and the tops of his feet. Surprisingly, the tops seemed more ticklish than the bottoms.
Lloyd's eyelids tightened shut, and the bite he was marking upon his lip was starting to break skin. All of this was only a mere sixty seconds into the tickling.
After a good three minutes or so, Lloyd had not cracked. The two girls stopped and looked at one another, grinning. "Let's pick things up a bit," said Beth.
Lloyd happened to notice at this point that his penis was protruding out of his boxers, and he went a light shade of red once he realized that it was becoming hard. Surely he wasn't enjoying this? No, of course not. This was hell to him....wasn't it? Lloyd contemplated his thoughts while Beth walked over to him and grabbed his penis. He yet out a yelp, not of pain, but of shock. She gently placed it so that it was pointing at his head, and she sat down firmly onto the shaft. The sensation was exhilirating to Lloyd, although Beth did not want any enjoyment in this session. Emily, likewise, walked over to his legs and sat down on his shins. They both looked at him evilly.
"Ready to tell us?" Beth said. Her eyes were fixed onto his chest; likewise, her fingers hovered and wiggled menacingly in the air above his nipples. Lloyd's eyes widened. He could not utter a sound. After what felt like years to Lloyd, they simuntaneously continued.
Of the two girls, Lloyd couldn't figure out who tickled more. His view of Emily had been cut off by Beth, so it made it much more surprising when she would tickle him. While Emily did pay just as much attention to Lloyd's ticklish feet, she also tickled the shins that she sat on, dragging her long fingernails up to as far as his thigh. Beth, on the other hand, was lightly tickling Lloyd's nipples and ribs. The sensation was exhiliratingly sensual, and at the same time highly torturous. Lloyd wailed. All the while, his penis continued to grow.
Emily herself was getting quite horny. She couldn't get over how cute it was when Lloyd would wiggle his toes at her touch, and how he would scream extra hard when she reached his thighs. However, it was the feeling of her nails flicking over his bare soles that really made the experience great for her. And still...she felt as if she was not quite doing enough. Sure, he was going crazy, but she felt like Beth had a much more effective vantage point. Oh well,, she thought. I guess I'll have to step things up a notch. And that was when she started to use her toes.
At first, it did not seem like Lloyd noticed. Very subtly, Emily shifted her body so that she was directly parallel on top of Lloyd. Keeping her knees bent to avoid the risk of kicking Beth, she gently lowered her newly manicured toenails onto the soft, pink flesh of Lloyd's belly, and with a sense of such wickedness, she began to wiggle them. The time inbetween when she started and when Lloyd reacted was a mere seven three seconds, and while it seemed like an eternity for Emily, it was well worth the wait. Lloyd's entire body spasmed as this new, unexpected torture, and he squirmed so hard that the couch itself began to move a little. Beth stopped tickling his now erect and highly sensitized nipples so she could see what her friend was doing to him.
The two girls laughed as Lloyd thrashed about. His laugh was starting to go hoarse and he buckled up and down. All the while, his penis was caught underneath Beth, and the thrusting made for such a pleasureable sensation. Beth could feel him getting harder, and she knew that she couldn't let him enjoy this. It was at this time that she thought up a new method of tickling him. Without actually getting up, she turned her body 180 degrees, so tht she was looking at Emily. Emily still had her feet curved around Beth and was wiggling her long toenails all over Lloyd's tummy area. Slowly, Beth backed herself up so that she was making her way towards Lloyd's chest. Once she got there, she sat firmly and rested her bare feet onto Lloyd's cock. It throbbed at the touch of her soles, and a meek moan slipped from Lloyd's lips.
The torture that Lloyd Mosh went through during the final moments of his punishment are uncertain, but the only thing that Lloyd would be able to recall was Beth's next actions. Slowly and cruelly, she began to wiggle her toes on his penis, and in addition to this she reached up and started tickling his penis head with her long, sexy nails. It was, at first, one of the most pleasureable things that Lloyd had ever felt, and an orgasm seemed inevitable. However, only a mere second before his jilted climax, she stopped and placed the arch of her foot down onto his penis. She was denying him his orgasm! Instead of simply letting him stew in his own horniness, she wiggled her toes quicker and began to tickle and carress the exposed area of his shaft. It was unbearable. All the while, Emily gave Lloyd strokes down the bottoms of his bare feet with all ten of her nails. Her toes wiggled into his taint.
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It took a total of two hours to break Lloyd, but finally he gave up. He never obtained the sweet orgasm that he wanted so much, and Beth and Emily didn't stop tickling Lloyd even after they got Cynthia back. Instead, they brought Lloyd into Beth's room and gave him the most profound tickling of his entire life.
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